Takes After You

I'm a wild child, definition
Of a can't-tell-me-nothing, won't-listen
You're an angel, girl, you're perfect
Don't know how you thought I was worth it
Well, before too long, one and one made three
And I'm scared to death 'cause he looks like me
And I pray to God that apple falls a little further from this tree

I know that boy won't walk on water 'cause he comes from my blood
And I pray one day he'll look back and not be all I was
He might not live by all red letters, something close to that'll do
Oh, if he don't take after Jesus, I hope he takes after you
I know he will

All of your grace and less of my crazy
So he skips all the need-a-lotta-saving
Have a better track record than his old man
Only thing I got right was your left hand (Yeah)

I know that boy won't walk on water 'cause he comes from my blood
And I pray one day he'll look back and not be all I was
He might not live by all red letters, something close to that'll do
Oh, if he don't take after Jesus, I hope he takes after you

He'll probably pick up a guitar, maybe write a few songs
Oh, but if he's half like you, he'll do half as much wrong

I know that boy won't walk on water 'cause he comes from my blood
But I hope one day he looks back and says his dad raised him good
He might not live by all red letters, something close to that'll do
Oh, if he don't take after Jesus, I hope he takes after you

Oh, he takes after you